Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.

In truth, I never consider the audience for whom I'm writing. I just write what I want to write.

Size is no guarantee of power.

I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.

Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –" "Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." "Great idea though, thanks, Mum.

Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life.

but the idea of the Dark Lord in possesion of the Deathstick is, I must admit, formidable.